he swept his open hand from left to right as he spoke, “is my solace. Whenever I need to just get away, to think, or to simply relax, this is where I go.” I was impressed. Although the cabin was small, it was surprisingly elegant and inviting. As we walked through the shaded, tree-lined ent...
Whenever Zach was troubled or upset, he would queue up a video of a Phish show on YouTube, and watch ecstatically as the band jammed aimlessly while the audience--always the same bunch of baby-faced, yuppie white people—threw around beach balls and danced. I usually didn't mind how pathetic he wa...